Once again Gypsie Skripto walked into the bar anxiously, knowing what story was waiting for him there. He admired the old fashioned decoration for a second time and, once again, stopped by the jukebox and inserted a coin for it to play a song.
Like living in a deja vu, Gyp sat at the bar.
Sup there mate? You're not the barwoman I remembered. Can you bring me a quarter rum anyways?